Piece of Crap is dead. But how did Piece of Crap die? Where did Piece of Crap die? Good story.
Last night we were all minding our own business when Kourt calls me from her cell phone. I laugh, we're in the same apartment, not too far away. I can't hear anything she says, but then I hear "snapped" and "stuck". Piece of Crap had gotten one foot caught in the trap that was by our back door. She quickly put a big "That's a Bowl" over it, with a ream of paper over that, so the mouse couldn't get out. In the meantime, I had called our brave boys, Jacob and Braedon to see if they would come dispose of the mouse. They were more than willing, so they came over, we gave them some cardboard (they wanted to slide it under the bowl, get the mouse and the trap in the bowl, and then slide the cardboard off and put the lid on), but when they did, the stupid Piece of Crap wiggled its foot out of the trap, slipped under the blanket that was covering the whole under the back door, and ran into our next-door-neighbors apartment. There was quickly much screaming from them, so we all ran over there with our mouse chasing supplies (our garbage can, dowel, and that's a bowl, and peanut butter). It had run into one of their bedrooms, so we stationed some of our people next to the door so that we would know if that stupid creature ran out of the room and where it went. Luckily (or unluckily?) the mouse didn't leave the room while anyone was there, or probably ever again. We found mouse poop in a bed (who knows how long it had been there though) and that was enough to get the girls in that room to sleep in a different room for the night. We searched high and low for that mouse but we couldn't find it. We gave them one of our traps, since they didn't have any traps that worked. And guess what. This morning when I woke up I got a phone call from the girl next door saying that the mouse was dead, in the one trap we gave them... with our garbage can covering it for the time being. I really don't want to dispose of it myself, but oh man! I am so glad that beast is dead now.
Now the question... is what do you do with 17 loaded (or sticky) mouse traps?
Also. Now that the mouse is dead, what do I blog about?
4 comments:
Sidenote... the mouse has now been disposed of. It is in the dumpster. Thank heavens for brave FHE brothers willing to step in.
Yay!!! Let that be a lesson to its friends.
Oh, Hip Hooray! Start singing: "DING DONG, THE MOUSE IS DEAD." Hopefully all the little friends of Piece of Crap will take note of your weapons and declaration of war and realize that they do not want to die an ignominious death as well.
I say you make a mouse trap collage/trophy out of the sticky traps to pass around to others if/when they have a mouse they find dead. Maybe spray paint it gold...
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